Think Twice...

Alright, if you've known me for quite a while now you ought to know that I love Groove Armada. Aural sex. Right. A lot of their songs sound like great "sexy" songs...a different position maybe, more passionate one song, maybe more savoring/exploring in another. Anyway...

Think Twice... popped up on my iPod on the way home today. I'm ashamed to admit I forgot about this song for a while. It was one of my favorites for the longest time. Initially, I thought I would want this song played at my funeral, as morbid as that sounds. Except that the lyrics get pretty cheesy and weak near the end. Plus, if people stopped to listen to the lyrics they might think I died bitter, which I am avoiding at all costs.

Despite the lyrics ruining it in the end I've always imagined it'd be a good song for sex. Sex. Death. There must be a reason why the French call an orgasm "le petit mort." When I listen to it I can imagine exactly what I'm doing as the song progresses...yes, it's that good. To me, anyway. All I can do is put the lyrics up in here, but I highly recommend this song. I may have posted this in here at some point in the past 'cuz I can't imagine I've gone this long without mentioning it, but I'm too lazy to find the post.

Think Twice... by Groove Armada from Lovebox (2003)

close your eyes and lose the feeling that's been sinking
close your eyes and count to three
close your eyes, rewind, I know just what you're thinking
close your eyes and think of me

larger than life, niceties
bigger than you, more than me
I've got the Monday morning blues
and oh my God I've got the home for you

and give the everyday morning news
there's things right here we can't afford to choose

close your eyes and lose the feeling that's been sinking
close your eyes and count to three
close your eyes, rewind, I know just what you're thinking
close your eyes and think of me

sincere, caramel, champagne, down drain, tell him, no gain
yet so damn physical it will sustain
and too damn Technicolor to refrain
and much too taxing for my little brain

why do we never know enough of happy ends?
why do they never show?
all the times that we have been so good at caring
how many times we'll never know

close your eyes and lose the feeling that's been sinking
close your eyes and count to three
close your eyes, rewind, I know what you've been thinking
close your eyes and think of me

close your eyes and lose the feeling that's been sinking
close your eyes and count to three

close your eyes, rewind, I know just what you're thinking
close your eyes and think of me

packed it like a punch, out to lunch
I got a little hunch that stood out from the bunch
as if that's not enough, I even knew the reason why

that god-damn bitch of life she made me cry
so I'd like to poke her squarely in the eye
and it hurt so much I feel like I could die
yeah